Full of green leaves and fragrance
On the persimmon tree in September
Red lanterns are hung high.
In September, I hold flowers to bless you.
Hello, my dear teacher.
Teacher, you use burning enthusiasm
Light the torch of wisdom.
Teacher, you use the lamp under the window
It has created a batch of century talents who dare to innovate.
It also cultivated great men who pointed out the mountains and rivers, inspired words and reprimanded one side.
Teacher, you are selfless as a silkworm.
Weave the thread into a flying flag.
The dust whitened your sideburns.
The podium kept your figure.
Overlapping exercise books have opened countless squares for your youth.
Teacher, my dear good teacher.
Hard work has bent your back
When you can punish us, your hands become lighter.
And it will be warmer when caressing.
The pure blue sky in September
Teacher, my dear good teacher.
Let's keep warm with a warm flame.
Poor porch and shabby classroom.
Let's hold our heads high every day.
Soaring the world in the warm spring breeze.
Let life not be blank because of dreams and expectations.